A Free Land

A Free Land by Bob Moore © 2018 The UK’s not the same these days, my dad said to me it just doesn’t seem to be, the way it used to be I fought in 2 wars overseas, and then, came home to find this England’s not the England, which I had left behind It’s now full of strangers, from all over the earth but they were not born here, and do not know England’s worth some of them take what they can, and then give nothing back and I feel it in my bones, we are on the wrong track That was in the ‘50’s, but my father he could see A vision of this England, and the way it just may be A mix of many races, who would not get along A land of strife, and trouble, and lives just going wrong And so he packed his wife and kids, on a boat and sailed away to what he thought was a better life, in a land where they could play on beaches, in the sunshine, in a land that was still free of arguments and trouble, caused by diversity My dad’s been gone a few years now, I’m glad he cannot see what has happened in this land, which used to be so free Ruined by “correctness’ and no right to speak your mind Its all the same around the world, no new free land to find